What The Flippin’ Flickity Flack?

Warning, spoilers! Actually you know what? Who the fuck cares, there is no spoiler, nothing is spoiled because you don’t really find out anything, so therefore I have nothing to give away. Wow… at 12:25am, I felt as if Ilene Chaiken, writers & co. had just slapped me with a huge 40 karat lesbian hot dog titanic dick. This is especially not very good for a Sunday night. Now, if “who killed Jenny?” was the ad for the show since the beginning of the entire season six, wouldn’t it be reasonable to answer the damn question in the finale? Guess not. With so many unanswered questions, this has got to be the most open-ended closing I have ever seen. The interrogation tapes on SHO.com sucks too, and there’s only one and it’s of Tina. Once you’ve seen that there will be even more unanswered question. I guess that’s life, unanswered questions, thanks Ilene, that was deep… and thanks for the previous five years where you didn’t waste my time, what happened to that?

But this isn’t it, of course it can’t be it, so I went to search if there’s going to be some sort of spin off that will cure my post-the-L-Word-tourettes/syndrome. Apparently, Leisha Hailey will have her own spin-off show with a relatively not extraordinarily atrractive cast… called The Farm. Except this time she’s in jail for murder. Does that mean she killed Jenny? Who knows.

Maybe Jenny isn’t dead. Perhaps she is like Tupac, now living in South America under the assumed name of Jamal Milwood.

I will now get my two hours of sleep.